Let the neon lights speak for themselves.
They'll sing my eulogy, I know that for sure.
"What a bright man he was,
always making sure we illuminated the downtown sidewalks
for the boozers and the streetwalkers to see.
See? He wasn't so bad after all-
he helped ease pain".
When you bury me,
bury me with my favorite drink,
and nourish the soil with *****
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
Let the neon lights speak for themselves.
They'll sing my eulogy, I know that for sure.
"What a bright man he was,
always making sure we illuminated the downtown sidewalks
for the boozers and the streetwalkers to see.
See? He wasn't so bad after all-
he helped ease pain".
When you bury me,
bury me with my favorite drink,
and nourish the soil with *****
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